This is my fifteenth September in Calgary and I’ve just noticed something. As soon as the calendar rolls from the thirty first of August over to the first day of September, things get chilly. The evenings are chilly, over night drops to single digits, and the mornings are chilly, nay, crisp AF.

All right winter, you win. You have broken me. Typically I delay the urge to communicate my distaste for your lingering until after Memorial Day weekend in May. This year no can do. You have crawled deep under my skin.

If your idea of fun includes wearing a full snowsuit over your clothes and having to layer in double-digit items, this weather is for you. If not, well, buckle in until the next Chinook arrives. On the one hand I do love the winter snow. It makes our city quite picturesque. On the other hand it’s a pain to get around in.

Maybe it’s because I was on vacation. Maybe it’s because it’s been so very cold in Calgary. Or maybe it’s because it’s Las Vegas and most things seem better there. No matter the various contributing factors I think I’ve had a style epiphany. Here’s my latest hypothesis: I think 17 degrees Celsius is the most stylish temperature to get dressed in.